An early morning call
Too early for normal announcements
But then what is more normal than death?
How can this be
When life-signs are everywhere?
A heron on the rocks
Beak poised for fishing
Everything in its place
Except for you
So while I was noticing herons
And my back was turned
You slipped away
(c) John Bartlett
Even though death is mentioned at the start, the final image of
” So while I was noticing herons
And my back was turned
You slipped away”
still came as a surprise and moved me almost to tears.
Beautiful.
I like this poem, John, beautifully simple!
Thanks.